I drew the blankets over my head and tried to think of Christmas. But the grey face still followed me. It murmured, and I understood that it desired to confess something. I felt my soul receding into some pleasant and vicious region; and there again I found it waiting for me.
| Game | Time | WPM | Accuracy |
|---|---|---|---|
| 6999 | 2023-07-03 03:55:28 | 56.75 | 95% |
| 4752 | 2022-03-04 12:49:16 | 54.22 | 96% |